No amount of reading up, asking for advice or online research could have amounted to adequate preparation for Cuba. Right from the get-go, I was forced to ramp up my Spanish-speaking skills to levels that I didn’t even know I was capable of. For the majority of my journey through Latin America, I could casually speak Spanish while mostly getting away with just English. Nope, not in Cuba. A taxi driver told me that only about 1% of Cubans spoke English, and during our unbelievably chaotic first day in Havana, that was definitely confirmed.
My British friend hardly spoke any Spanish, so the majority of the burden of surviving Cuba was thrown upon my shoulders. After several months of backpacking, we both agreed that we totally deserved to have one night at a resort in Varadero to reward ourselves. Little did we know that the night we booked it for, May 1st, was one of Cuba’s most widely celebrated holidays. All the workers celebrate it and go on a massive parade through the streets that effectively shut down all transportation options. That literally meant that any remnants of the chances of us having an easy day were nothing short of a desperate grasp at normalcy. After an unbelievably reckless night out in Cancun the night before, both of us were sleep-deprived and struggling to deal with the culture shock of Cuba.
I’ve been to many relaxed countries where schedules are just formalities, but Cuba took it to an entirely new level. We have heard that going to Cuba was like stepping into a time machine, but that was pretty wrong because it felt like in Cuba, time had not even been invented yet. We got to Havana and let our host know that we wanted to go to Varadero the next day, and with it being a holiday, she just looked at us like “… well.”
Thankfully, Cubans are among the most friendly, helpful, and hospitable people the world has to offer. During our time in Havana, we were like a relay baton being passed from person to person trying to make sure we got to where we needed to be at a reasonable time.
While our definition of “reasonable time” began to grow more and more liberal as our time in Cuba went on, we did always (eventually) manage to get to where we needed to go, mostly thanks to helpful locals that gave us way more than we deserved.
A week in Cuba was not even close to enough time, but it gave us a seductive taste of the diversity that this amazing country had held secret for decades. It truly was like stepping back in a time machine, and I don’t think I ever got tired of seeing a sleek classic car making its way down the cobblestone roads of Trinidad or the narrow streets in the old neighborhoods of Havana.
I will admit that I romanticized Cuba significantly more than I should have before I actually arrived, but it still met or exceeded every reasonable expectation that I held. By reasonable, I mean basically everything except the fantasy of renting a pink convertible and cruising down Cuba’s Caribbean coast with cigars in hand and at least three Cuban babes in the backseat (and also meeting Pitbull).
I was told that the Cuban people are friendly and will often just stop you on the street to have a chat, which you’ll come to find is almost painfully too true. I was also told that Cuba was becoming very touristy, but I found that aside from a few main squares and Wi-Fi zones, Cuba was about as authentic of a destination you can get for a destination with so much to offer. The Caribbean beaches of Varadero were stunning and the water was perfect. The pastel-colored buildings of Trinidad stood out to me as some of the most beautiful and vibrant, despite there being some similar towns throughout Latin America, like Granada, Antigua or Cartagena. Havana truly is like entering another world, and to have someone like me try to describe it would not even come close to doing it any justice.
I could go on all day talking about my short time in Cuba, but I’m sure you’re more interested in finding out useful information for your own Cuba trip. Here’s some of the main things that you’ll need to know before you go.
What to Bring
An open mind.
That’s about it.
Think that’s unhelpful? Well don’t come bitching to me when your stupid Lonely Planet guidebook doesn’t tell you that to get from Havana to Varadero, you have to get off at a specific roadside patch of trees and just hope that some form of transportation will appear to whisk you away to your 5-star all-inclusive beachside resort.
Bring A Lot More Money Than You Think You’ll Need
Everyone told me to do this, and being as unprepared and careless as I typically am, I brought about $220 US dollars. Just a heads up, that’s not even close to enough for a week if you want to do anything besides stay at Casa Particulars and eat food off of the ground. Cuba does not accept American cards anywhere. You will not be able to take money out of the ATM. You are basically screwed unless you make a friend and convince them to be your own personal ATM for the duration of your time in Cuba.
Thankfully, I went with my British friend who had agreed in advance to withdraw whatever money we would need for Cuba. Even though she hated me by the end of our trip, I hope she knows how much I appreciated her money. Her presence, on the other hand… (looooove you Madeleine)
Learn as much Spanish as you can
One of the biggest questions I had after my first day in Havana was “how the h*ck did some of my stupider friends manage to survive in Cuba?” The friend that I went with is a pretty savvy traveler, but if you can hardly speak Spanish, you are basically screwed. There’s no widespread Internet to just use Google Translate at will, and although this tactic often works in other countries, you can’t just stand around and look stupid until an English speaker comes along. I was in Mexico right before Cuba and speaking Spanish in Mexico compared to speaking Spanish in Cuba is like driving a car in rural Idaho compared to driving an eighteen-wheeler in rush hour traffic in New Delhi.
If you are looking for an immersive place to practice your Spanish, look no further. (But, like, don’t just go to practice your Spanish. That’s like trying to work on your tennis game by competing in Wimbledon). Very few Cubans speak English, and if you are looking to go sooner rather than later, you should at least know how to get around in Spanish. If you are fluent, prepare for some entertaining conversations with the absurdly fun, life-loving Cuban people.
(Also, can someone comment below if the period is supposed to go before or after the parentheses? Please.).
Get Used To Not Knowing Anything
Is there a bus going to Trinidad?
When is the next bus coming?
Is there even a bus coming at all?
If you have the luxury of a less structured trip to Cuba, take advantage of it. It only took us a few hours before we realized that our chances of getting to where we needed to be the following day were pretty unlikely. In Trinidad, we planned ahead to avoid this by being proactive and booking bus tickets a few days in advance, only to find out they were all sold out for the next week. If you have flexibility in your plans, there can be a factor of excitement and spontaneity in this. If you were like us, trying to crash course your way through Cuba in a week, we had no room for error. We got stranded in Varadero just a couple of days after thinking we were stranded in Havana, and just a couple of days later, we were bus-less in Trinidad. Taxis are almost always an option, but spending more money only to be in a more cramped space is not particularly appealing to anyone.
It’s not just about transportation either. If you don’t know where to find something or somewhere, then you might as well just be prepared to go on a wild goose chase. If you can speak Spanish, then feel free to ask the locals. They’ll typically ask at least five other people to make sure, and then it basically turns into a party where at least a couple of them will probably try and walk you there themselves. Not knowing anything is not necessarily a bad thing. In fact, it’s almost cathartic when you realize how free you feel just by simply not knowing anything. Ignorance is bliss, they say.
I did not have any problems in Cuba, and we were actually told that Cuba is among the safest countries you can visit, despite its mysterious reputation and historic standing as one of America’s arch-enemies (f*ck communism, am I right?). Weapons are basically impossible to find in Cuba, so don’t worry about getting shot or stabbed or blown up. Gun crime is pretty much nonexistent, and compared to the rest of Latin America, murder rates are among the lowest (yeah, I just cited Wikipedia. What are you going to do about it, middle school teachers?). Petty theft does happen sometimes, but I would hardly consider it any more of a problem than any other country in the world.
I overheard a woman warning some tourists that the only crime that occurs in Cuba is when you are too enamored with your Cuban lover at a salsa club, they might snag your phone or your wallet while you’re not paying attention. I don’t entirely know how much of that was a joke.
Cuba is safe. Even while wandering around at night in the less-touristy areas of Old Havana, we did not encounter any problems. Cubans are awake and sitting on their porches at any hour of the day, anyway, so no one is going to try anything when there’s that many people around.
Travel With A Friend, If You Can
Normally, I advocate for traveling solo whenever I can, but I think Cuba might be one of those places where even the most hardened and experienced traveler could use a little backup, even if it’s just for emotional support. I was immediately thrust into the flames of the burning oven that was Old Havana. It was beyond overwhelming, and I was in shock at how far out of my comfort zone I was being constantly pushed. We reserved a room with someone in advance, and when we got to her house, she just simply said that she was full. We’d come to find that Cuba hardly ever works the way that it is supposed to, but for those first few hours, hungry and running on no sleep, it was a pain in the ass. If my friend wasn’t around to pester me, I probably would have just sat outside on the streets, given up, and accepted my fate.
One of the degrees I graduated with at college was Spanish, but even I was sorely unprepared for communicating in Cuba. Having to figure out accommodation, transportation, and everything else when you don’t have a confident grasp on the language is mentally tasking, and although my friend didn’t speak Spanish, literally just having her around made me a lot more comfortable. I could bitch to her in English if I needed to, and if we utterly failed and ended up dying homeless and starving in Cuba, at least we’d have each other. You also don’t have Internet, so isolating yourself from the world for weeks at a time could drive you a bit loco if you don’t have a buddy.
Cuba can also be pretty expensive when traveling solo, especially when rooms are typically 20-30 CUC per night. The exchange rate is supposed to be $1 = 1 CUC, but if you can’t take money out of the ATM and are just exchanging USD, then it’s closer to $1 = .87 CUC, which is even more expensive. Splitting that up eased the financial burden, as does splitting up taxis. Cuba can definitely be done on your own, but I found myself really thankful that I had someone with me to share the experience of every roadblock and disaster we encountered.
Cuban People Are The Best
Walking through the narrow streets and alleyways of Old Havana, it is inevitable that you will get stopped for conversation by a local Cuban at least once per block. The conversation could literally be anything. You might even get serenaded by a group of singers on a bike. Cuban people are very, very friendly. Don’t let the decades of animosity between the Cuban and American governments define what the people of each country thinks. Not once did I get any trouble or even the slightest hint of resentment for being American.
In fact, many Cubans went so far out of their ways just to help us find our way around. The host of the first casa particular we stayed at literally walked and waited with us at the bus stop we needed to be at before handing us off to another random Cuban to make sure we got to where we needed to be (which FYI was that specific roadside patch of trees that your stupid Lonely Planet guidebook definitely would not have known about). If you ask a local Cuban person for help, they will not stop until they have accomplished what you have asked of them. There’s no “I don’t know” in Cuba. There’s “I don’t know, but let me ask literally everybody around me until I do know.”
Also, loving life is just the way of life in Cuba. Never have I been to a place that was both so relaxed but overwhelming. There’s always something going on, and that something is usually music and dancing or just loving life in general. Every restaurant you eat at will probably have a live band and live dancers. There’s probably going to be a parade crossing your path at some point. Cuba is just great.
I’d like to end it on that note because what really made Cuba a wonderful experience for me was how welcoming the people were. They treated us like their own children. Actually no, like their own grandchildren. There was nothing but love and hospitality from everyone we met. Even walking down the streets with my friend, a cute blonde girl, Cubans of all ages would stop me just to congratulate me or give me a thumbs up or high-five because they thought she was my girlfriend. She wasn’t actually my girlfriend, but wouldn’t you just love to have that kind of constant support and confidence boosts from your friends? Let alone random strangers? Cubans are the best. One of them even gave me a free tomato just because.
No matter how stressful it was, I would not have traded a single one of the many clusterf*cky moments in Cuba for a smooth sailing experience. Go to Cuba as soon as you can, and bask in the history, culture, warmth, and life that this incredible island has to offer.
5/19 11:34 PM Update: I forgot to mention what my biggest concern was going into Cuba which was the whole Visa situation. I flew from Cancún where I paid $20 and got the Visa there. It took about two minutes, and they gave me a declaration of travel to fill out. When I booked my flight, I was already sent that paper so I had it ready. Even if you don’t have it ready, it takes about two minutes to complete the form. This is the form where you state your reason of traveling to Cuba, one of which is “for the support of the Cuban people”. If you don’t have any legitimate reason to actually go to Cuba, select that one. As an American, I had absolutely no problems.